Log with Kirk: Give me one more chance!

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Sulu knew what he had to do more than anything; he had to... go apologize to Jim. It was an awful feeling in his stomach that came with the idea that he'd lied to one of the most decent guys he knew and for something so ridiculously stupid.

Chewing on his nails and fretting about it, however, wasn't going to solve any problems. So, he quietly dried his hair, donned his uniform and headed for the Captain's quarters.

He really needed to stop being so upset. It was an honest mistake - a stupid one, but one he could live with if he could... explain it to Jim. (Which was going to be hard, since he didn't even know why he did it at all.)

When he reached the Captain's quarters, he called through the room's comm. "...Captain Kirk, sir?"

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Jim was doing something superbly boring in his room at the time because honestly, who knows what his freetime is spent on, but he sighed when he heard the comm. That was Sulu's voice, give or take a few octaves. He got to his feet after a moment, heading to the door and hitting the comm button.

"Is there something you need, Lieutenant?" It was a dick move, probably, to do that instead of opening the door, but he really wasn't in the mood because he was actually in a good mood from talking to Bones and he didn't want to ruin it by being mad at Sulu.

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He almost left. He almost said, "No, sorry, never mind," and got the hell out of Dodge but he realized that that was the most cowardly thing he could do. This was Jim Kirk. The guy had jumped off a damned planet drill to save him from plummeting to his death.

He cleared his throat. Don't be such a woman. "I wanted to - that is, I need to apologize to you and not over a comm or in text or... anything."

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Well, there was really no valid excuse not to let him in anymore. With another sigh, he hit a button for the door to come open and immediately turned to walk away from it, not wanting it to look like he was eager for this conversation.

"You've already apologized, Lieutenant. I don't understand what you think needs further clarification." He wasn't even going to pretend or insinuate that there were no hard feelings, though, because Jim took these things ~*very seriously.*~ Hell, maybe he'd just been hanging around Sylar and his irrational hatred of lies for too long.

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Sulu wasn't even going to try doing more than stepping just inside, since the door would close on him one way or another and the only way he could get this... done was to be on the inside.

Honestly it was almost more relieving to be treating this officially. Sulu had never been really good at personal relationships and going by friendly terms would just make it harder. "I understand, sir, I just - I needed to say it in person. I apologize from keeping this from you, Captain, I lost my head. It was a reckless maneuver and I shouldn't have proceeded as I did." Man, this was stressing him out. "I didn't think about the consequences."

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"And, what do you feel like the consequences are, Lieutenant?" Jim took a seat at the table in his room, crossing his legs because he was a woman, sitting in the chair like he would his chair on the bridge. Somewhere along the way, every chair had become that chair. "I've already spoken with Bones on the matter, I'd just like to hear your thoughts. Though I'm sure you two have discussed it at length by now. You're friends now, right?" Okay, so that was the slightest slip of passive aggression, but it was entirely passable as a genuine question given the topic at hand, so Jim remained impassive.

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...What was all that about Dr. McCoy? He raised an eyebrow in confusion, then shook his head. "I haven't spoken to Dr. McCoy, no." He bit his lip at the whole... inquisition feel of this, the idea that he really fucked up in more than a friend capacity now looming over him. This was such a stupid idea.

"I don't know, sir. I've never been in this position before," this position being lying to a friend and your superior officer. Sulu'd always been really good about not doing that. What the hell had happened? "I offered to resign but you... said no to that?" He gave Jim a cautious look, because he didn't really know if it had been a no, maybe it had been a We'll see, Lieutenant, and he bit his cheek. "There's nothing I can do to make up for compromising your trust in me. Not that I can think of." Because he wouldn't forgive himself, really.

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"I'm not talking about the consequences that you'll face, Mr. Sulu," yeah, he had pretty much completely disregarded Sulu's request to not be called that in this state. "I'm talking about what you think the consequences of your actions were on the rest of this crew." There was an implied on me there, but Jim was careful about his wording and that simply sounded too whiny and personally offended. Even though that was exactly what this was about, because Bones and Sulu had found a way to completely circumvent protocol anyway so it wasn't really a matter for the 'captain' to be involved in. Regardless of his professional face, Jim had no right to be having this discussion in anything more than an informal capacity and he knew it.

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"..." Sulu shook his head and finally looked up. Screw this meek little Asian girl bullshit. Who was he? He was Hikaru Sulu and he made a mistake. When he made mistakes he looked them in the eye and fixed them and remembered never to make the same mistake again.

Though it was harder to look Jim in the eye than a metaphorical problem.

"I haven't told the rest of the crew." Not that it mattered, they'd all find out eventually. Hell, he could already hear Scotty making fun of him. "All I know is that I've screwed up and made things awkward between us and," he squared his shoulders, "You're my friend, so I should have trusted that you wouldn't have reacted... however I expected you to react. I shouldn't have acted like this was some personal crisis when it - well, no, it is a personal crisis, I'm not going to deny that. It's something that's personally affecting me, but how I chose to handle it negatively affected other people."

His stomach twisted and he clasped his hands in front of him on instinct. "Look, Captain - mm. Jim. I really... I screwed up on this one." Why'd he have to make this so personal? Damn it.

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It was the final Jim that set him off. As far as he was concerned, that meant bets were off. Rising to his feet, Jim had to consciously prevent his fist from slamming on the table. Instead, it just made a hefty 'thud.' He looked frustrated.

"You're not getting it. Do you even know how it feels to know your own goddamn crew can't -- No. You know what? Do you know how it feels to know that your friends can't trust you with something? What did you think I'd do? What reason could you possibly have to think it was worth tricking me and lying about?" Really, he just couldn't understand it. There was nothing that was going to make him understand it because he was Jim and lying was stupid unless it was absolutely necessary.

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He winced at the thud - it might as well have been a slam, he might as well have thrown something as far as Sulu was concerned - and looked away. So much for facing the problem head on. If he were any less of a man he'd probably start crying.

He let the silence stretch, trying to remember why he had done it at all, but it was all a blank. "I - I don't know," he said finally, "I didn't mean to, I just - look, I haven't really, I don't really have friends, I usually try to keep things professional because that's easier, or whatever, and I didn't think about anyone else being offended or hurt about me just pretending I was someone else for a few days."

He grabbed a fistful of his hair and tugged on it, trying to think because there was... some kind of special code to this. There always was, after all. "I woke up and I was like this, and I panicked and called Dr. McCoy, I asked him not to tell you for some stupid reason that I honestly don't even remember, and then I just figured if I could wait it out, I would be able to... you know, pretend it never happened. I don't know!" He pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I just acted like a complete idiot because I wasn't thinking about anyone else. I don't know what you want me to say, Jim. There's only so many times I can say 'I screwed up' before it gets old and it's gotten to that point now. I tried resigning but you didn't want that and I tried being nice to Sylar and that wasn't worth it, I tried defending you from him and that didn't help, I only know so much protocol here!"

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Truthfully, there wasn't any more that Sulu could say to show that he understood exactly how Jim was feeling. Truthfully, he'd done a damn good job of showing he knew just how much of an idiot he'd been and that he was sorry.

Truthfully, Jim was a five year old and realized he was just hurt and it felt like the rational thing to do would be to make Sulu feel hurt, too.

But, that was stupid, and with an extended rant on Sulu's part for him to realize this, Jim's fist unclenched and he ran a hand through his hair, tugging it slightly and subconsciously noting that he needed a haircut again if that was possible. He pursed his lips into a thin line, avoiding Sulu's glance at first and then finally fixing on it. The silence that fell between them was anxious and extended because Jim just didn't know what to say.

"That's why saying you screwed up wasn't good enough. Because every time it was just following protocol or trying to manipulate me into forgiving you - you don't want to resign, but if you said it, you'd push me into saying I still want you around. And, I do. I needed you to get to the point where you said fuck protocol and meant the shit you were saying." His wording was impeccably clear that Sulu had accomplished this, but Jim realized that while he was being a woman, he probably needed it further spelled out so he couldn't read things into it that would dig him deeper.

"I forgive you. I understand. You can stop ... trying to shove your position on the Enterprise off onto Sylar now. It hurts, knowing someone feels like they can't trust you." He left out that he didn't really feel like he could trust Sulu as much anymore now, either. After all, honesty was a part of that, right? Jim really needed to spend less time around Sylar - it was getting hard to tell what was actually his own rational thought and what he'd had shouted at him in that whiny voice so many times it became second nature.

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Sulu gave Jim a wary look because - well, because he honestly didn't believe half of that shit. "Wait... Honestly? You really believe I was only... saying I was sorry to manipulate you?" He rolled his eyes. "Jim, look. When I don't know what to do, I rely on protocol. It doesn't mean I didn't mean any of it or that I was trying to manipulate you."

It wasn't that he wanted to keep the argument going, he just... needed to make sure they were both on the same page. "And I really wish it were something I could explain better, but I do trust you, you're the only person I trust to not... let me do stupid things, which is why I should have contacted you instead of Dr. McCoy." He was just making it worse, he knew it. "I'll stop, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to... be clear."

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Jim, on the other hand, was very much done with this conversation. As much as he liked having heart to hearts, he knew he was only going to get frustrated and probably make things worse if it continued and if he actually told Sulu that he didn't believe a word of him just trying to follow protocol. If it looked like manipulation, and all that.

"No. Yeah. I mean, I get it." He didn't. But, you'd never be able to tell from his face, because it looked genuine enough. "Just know next time that you can come to me with anything, all right? It's what I'm here for." Personnel issues were, unfortunately, literally a part of the job description.

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Sulu chewed his lip and nodded. "...Yeah. Okay. I'm sorry, I'll get out of your hair." He even stepped backwards, towards the door. His stomach still felt ridiculously knotted and he wasn't sure how he was supposed... to fix that, but if Jim was satisfied then that was a step in the right direction.

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Jim was smart enough to catch the hesitance. He raised a brow. "Unless there's something else." He wasn't about to push Sulu to respond, so he left it as a statement rather than a question, and turned to his table, moving a few things around on the screen of a PADD that lay there.

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"...No," he sighed, shaking his head. "...Thanks for not throwing me out." God, was he really this emotional? He moved to the door for certain now, "I'll let myself out."